As the bright light of the sun vanished behind the horizon thus coating the realm in a blanket of darkness. One powerful steam train chugged along the tracks kicking up sand as it sped down the railway in the barren desert.
Alongside the train cars were the insignia of the Elven Empire. A golden seal of a soaring Dragon Eagle.
Off in the distance a group of bandits rode on their horses, charging towards the train track.
Riding at the head was their leader Al. A brutish middle aged man, a few words but many actions. A former soldier who lost many friends against the Elven Empire thus having an ax to grind. Presumably against some Elven soldiers' heads. Riding adjacent to him on the left was his right hand man Tonn. Tonn had a long history of crime, he got his first kill at age eight when he bashed a bullies head in. Since then he'd had a taste for blood which he could never fully satiate. On All's right flank was his lover Renme. Renme was a gorgeous woman who ran a brothel as a front and hideout for the crew. Watching their backs was their final member and weakest link, Royer. Royer was the son of a demon and muggle woman, his dad vanished before his birth and his mom had him baptized to exercise his magical powers. His powers left but so did his sanity.
The quad rode up to the train tracks. Off in the distance they could see the light originating off of the train's lamp as it came towards them.
"The iron cyclops approaches. Set the bomb Royer." Al commanded
"You...you got it boss." Royer said
Royer planted a circular explosive device between the tracks. The crew then ran far away from the tracks.
The train chugged down the tracks unaware of the fate that awaited it shortly.
Once the train ran over that part of the track the chaos had begun. The bomb launched a blue fireball about two dozen feet into the air. The locomotive disintegrated, melted, and exploded simultaneously. Other train cars close to the locomotive were reduced to ash along with the men who were guarding them. The cars which didn't get destroyed kept charging down the track until they smashed into the ash piles of the destroyed cars. The cars telescoped and spread out covering the immediate area with debris and derailed train cars.
The crew then dawned their bandanas before rushing in a horseback towards the wreckage.
The few elven soldiers left alive, had to quickly collect themselves and lick their wounds. The men reached for their six shooters in vain as they were riddled with lead for the charging bandits.
"No mercy!" Al shouted at his comrades.
The bandits dismounted their horses to double tap the men they just shot. After quickly looting the corpses they turned to the injured men who couldn't stand. Renme walked up to one of the men who had had one of legs sheared off in the wreck. She stepped over his neck, her foot in front of his neck and her heel behind it.
The man looked up at him,
"No, don't!" He pleaded.
She twisted her foot, snapping his neck, killing him instantly.
One elf slowly crawled with one arm across the sand. Both his legs and his other arm had been broken. His stomach had a huge gash in it which gushed Amber colored blood.
Tonn stepped up to him and kicked him over. Tonn then placed his foot on his chest and aimed down the sights of his pistol.
"Say your prayers, pointy ears." Tonn said
He then pulled the trigger.
Al and Royer walked up to a train car that seemed relatively unphased by the chaos. Though it had turned over it didn't have a dent or blemish upon it.
"That must be the car we're looking for. Royer blow the doors." Al said
Royer carefully placed an explosive upon the door, before swiftly rushing back.
The explosion ripped the metal doors to smoldering pieces.
A bright light shot out of the open door nearly blinding the bandits.
"What is it Al?" Tonn questioned
"Gods have mercy can it be?" Royer said
Al used his hand as a shield against the hostile rays of light. He traveled into the train car. A short while later Al walked out holding a platinum sword with an aura of fire that changed colors coming off the blade.
"My golly what is that thing?" Renme asked
"It's the Sword of Unnayus. The demigod who slayed an army of giants by himself. Legend says he who possesses the blade can never be killed." Royer answered as he shivered in both excitement and a tinge of fear.
"This...oh ho, this will have every pointy eared cousin loving elf in their Empire chasin us." Al said with a slight yet cocky laugh.
"Let's get out of here before the posse can come." Ale continued
#Brothel:
Back at the brothel the group lied back on the couches with their feet kicked up. The platinum sword was firmly in Al's grasp.
"Woohoo, we did it. We pulled off what might be the biggest job in history." Al said
"I guess it's time to go our separate ways, at least for a little while. Wait for the heist to slip into distant memory." Royer said
"I can't wait to be free of these white clothes, and platform boots. I want to be a fancy girl, a lady of high society. I want to live a fancy life in the Riverfort." Renme said
"The city of the industrial revolution, fancy trains and business leaders. Not quite sure you'd fit in." Al joked
"It's also the city where people dump their shit in their own drinking water." Royer said
"Well with all the treasure we've pillaged I should have enough money to live there. Maybe even start my own factory." Renme said
"A whore factory?"
"No! Well...maybe who knows."
"Well who gets to keep the sword?" Tonn asked
"I don't know. I hadn't thought of that." Al answered
"I had."
Tonn rose from his seat and walked into the closet he pulled out a sword which bore a shocking resemblance to the Platinum one.
"What in tarnation is that?" Al questioned
"Get em gang." Tonn said
Renme and Royer rose from their seats with their guns in hand. They then unloaded their revolvers into him at point blank range.
The chair Al was sitting in fell over with him. He was seriously wounded but he held the Sword firm in his hand. Thus he was still alive.
"What in the fifty hells!?" Al shouted
Renme kicked him in the chin, and Royer went straight to try and disarm the sword from Al's hand.
Tonn stood up above Al.
"The lawmen are on to us. So we thought it'd be a good idea to fake our own deaths. Of course we'd have to leave at least one of our bodies to make it seem real. So we decided to make you the fall guy." Tonn explained
"Fuck you!" Al said
Royer finally wrenched the Sword from Al's hand. Renme then dealt Al a killing blow to the head.
The gang continued to kick and stomp his bullet riddled body.
"Alright that's enough!" Tonn demanded
Tonn took the Platinum sword,
"I'll be keeping this for myself. Either of you have a problem with that!" He yelled
The other two flinched in terror
"No, I'm done with crime." Renme said
"Why would I want that sword, it's a target." Royer said
The trio traversed their way downstairs with the other prostitutes. They then walked out of the front door.
"I'll be back in a moment, girls. Don't you dare leave!" Renme said
The girls tensed up and nodded along. Renme shut the door behind her.
"Lock them inside." Tonn demanded.
Renme then used a secret mechanism inside the door to lock the girls inside the brothel.
"It's done." Renme said
"Royer, light it up. Then we can go our separate ways." Tonn said
"Why do we have to kill the girls inside too?" Royer asked
"The more corpses, means the more bone fragments to sift through for the lawmen. They'll likely mistake one of the whores for Renme, and the bartender for one of us. Then they'll likely assume that one of our bodies was just completely incinerated. It's a perfect plan."
"Okay."
As the three walked a good distance away, Royer used a remote detonator to destroy the house.
The explosives in the basement shot a fireball up into the air. The fire ripped through the floors and vaporized the flesh of the girls trapped inside. The building then collapsed upon itself as the flames grew ever higher and hotter.
The three then hopped onto three separate horses and rode off in full speed in different directions.